Stories and News No. 1297 There is a place – or rather I just like the idea that it exists, where a million children continue their journey. We couldn't call them lives for obvious reasons, which will become clearer as the words flow through the heart, even before the overrated brain, but I think they are still worth telling. Also because the pages where people write about concrete and tangible stuff are already crowded enough, that finding space for a dream from time to time can't hurt. I was saying, there is a place where a million children, more or less – I hope in the latter, lives… oops, just are, you know. Like all their peers with a much better fate, they go to school and now we zoom inside a classroom of the huge palace that welcomes them all without any distinction. The desks are thrown there in confusion and the teacher's one is of the same size and so the chair. As if to say, here everyone learns from everyone, and at the end of the year in everyone's fol...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher